CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : All Star Team Up
Intro: Theo
Aye you know how it is it’s Hip Hop District on the mic
HHH tape on the way
You know what I’m saying?
Verse 1: Theo
Racking in paper from jersey mikes
Your hoe said she like my pearly whites
Ima slide through your block in the early night
You can’t touch me I feel like a dirty knife
Like LeBron ima ball when I’m 39
Hit your b*t*h up cuz she got a dirty mind
I got fitted up just for the function and we sneaking out of this b*t*h at a perfect time (Perfect Timing!)
F**k racism, f**k Kid Cudi
Slide with me and we call you lucky
F**king a b*t*h from a different country
Can’t f**k with you just to keep it bluntly
Thesе hoes just want me for this d**k
In the whip speeding fastеr than Ish Smith
I stay with the sauce like a fish stick
Cuz your b*t*h like my characteristic
Woodlawn Park what I’m reppin, aye
Married to the game with a wedding, aye
Told her come through round 11, aye
You ain’t getting paper and it’s telling, aye
Watch the tables turn like I’m Evan, aye
HHH Tape straight from heaven, aye
Aye f**k Tobias Harris, f**k JID, f**k Denzel Curry
Verse 2: Jo
And f**k Lamar Jackson I ain’t ducking no action
90 in the whip, speeding through traffic
Give me the beat and you know that I’m rapping
Touching these kids like my name Michael Jackson
Stacking this paper my cash is mean
Bout to sign a max like Zach Lavine
Got your girl licking my ashy knees
She want a 5’2 man don’t get mad at me
Repping the suburbs of Illinois
I come from a real city, f**k Detroit
Your best player Cade Cunningham
I’m with your granny doing the running man
Minimum wage at retirement homes
This a all star team look like Ye and Hov
Triple H tape like Watch the thrones
So don’t touch me, I’m in the zone
Got the whole gang be like 15 deep
Hit the strip club with a fake ID
She perform Magic on my Johnson gave me HIV
Verse 3: Gav
Hold on District ima ask you to chill
Never thought that sh*t sh*t would be real
Gave her my pickle not talking bout dill
We coming for bodies we shooting to kill
Call me Mike Meyers way b*t*hes be tripping
(?) with pu**y that sh*t just be gripping
Both from Chicago like (?) ammunition
The way he like (?) to go and sign Griffin, uh
Triple H no wrestling
Blow up my phone when she messaging
Big a** chain and it’s dangling
Ride my d**k like a bike no pedaling
Pull up on the scene
B*t*hes don’t like me I’m mean
We all met through a screen
Big head like I’m sheen
We don’t like to play around
Especially bout Baby Keem
You know what I mean
That TMB make her cream
Bumping some Future while sipping on lean, uh yeah
(?)
This a All Star Team, uh yeah
So f**k what you mean
You can come get you some
But that’ll be your last time breathing
You cannot hang no more
HHH undefeated
Verse 4: CJ
Triple H yeah we beat the case
Your b*t*h saying grace
In Utah we don’t leave a trace
But if I get caught then I do the race
Cuff race ain’t going so well
0% call me Tony Snell
Like CP0 rings I sell
Got spinners on my shoes like Sprewell
From the suburbs I’m drinking water
Boss was talking crazy so I f**ked his daughter
That pu**y is what I slaughter
Toss her up ima moss her
Not talking about college girl that’s a different story
Shes 4 feet yeah just like Tory
Not the baby daddy just ask Maury
When I dropped Josh’s IP it had him real worried
Turn off Sierra Leone it’s giving Theo PTSD
That girl wanted to bone but she got an STD
So I pa** her to the bros we sharing hoes the mission’s complete
Feeling like (?) cause I compete
Bill Cosby (?) so drowsy
Karl Malone f**ked a 13 year old oh wowie
We going to an Island no Maui
CMS on sight, Kablowie
We ain’t Paul Pierce, give us a proper send off
Hit the game winner you’re just 1 off
Throwing touchdowns unlike Jared Goff
Smoking that mid, call it Eminem, that sh*t making me cough
Verse 5: Josh
I’m a bench warmer Bo Outlaw
All star team but the gang going mad hard
Throwing them picks, like I’m Matt Leinart
Sliding the insides like a Poptart
Faking the edge, for validation
White boy bars, just like I’m Mason
Ask if I’m cheating I’m really just dating
Compet**ion feeling real jaded
They hating the gang, I think they just racist
F**k Andrew Tate, he is the fakest
Sickness on the way not wasted
These the bars that you put in your playlist
Playing them slots just like I’m Vegas
(?) out wide how far will he take us
Gav under center he making reads
Lamar Jackson making plays with my feet
HHH give us a super Bowl ring
We a dynasty not a fling
No LeBron but this tape made for Kings
This choppa don’t speak but it sure as hell sing
Theo at guard, Mason at wing
Up all night made a super team
Making the album of dreams
This not for the Kings with the low self esteem
Aye you know how it is it’s Hip Hop District on the mic
HHH tape on the way
You know what I’m saying?
Verse 1: Theo
Racking in paper from jersey mikes
Your hoe said she like my pearly whites
Ima slide through your block in the early night
You can’t touch me I feel like a dirty knife
Like LeBron ima ball when I’m 39
Hit your b*t*h up cuz she got a dirty mind
I got fitted up just for the function and we sneaking out of this b*t*h at a perfect time (Perfect Timing!)
F**k racism, f**k Kid Cudi
Slide with me and we call you lucky
F**king a b*t*h from a different country
Can’t f**k with you just to keep it bluntly
Thesе hoes just want me for this d**k
In the whip speeding fastеr than Ish Smith
I stay with the sauce like a fish stick
Cuz your b*t*h like my characteristic
Woodlawn Park what I’m reppin, aye
Married to the game with a wedding, aye
Told her come through round 11, aye
You ain’t getting paper and it’s telling, aye
Watch the tables turn like I’m Evan, aye
HHH Tape straight from heaven, aye
Aye f**k Tobias Harris, f**k JID, f**k Denzel Curry
Verse 2: Jo
And f**k Lamar Jackson I ain’t ducking no action
90 in the whip, speeding through traffic
Give me the beat and you know that I’m rapping
Touching these kids like my name Michael Jackson
Stacking this paper my cash is mean
Bout to sign a max like Zach Lavine
Got your girl licking my ashy knees
She want a 5’2 man don’t get mad at me
Repping the suburbs of Illinois
I come from a real city, f**k Detroit
Your best player Cade Cunningham
I’m with your granny doing the running man
Minimum wage at retirement homes
This a all star team look like Ye and Hov
Triple H tape like Watch the thrones
So don’t touch me, I’m in the zone
Got the whole gang be like 15 deep
Hit the strip club with a fake ID
She perform Magic on my Johnson gave me HIV
Verse 3: Gav
Hold on District ima ask you to chill
Never thought that sh*t sh*t would be real
Gave her my pickle not talking bout dill
We coming for bodies we shooting to kill
Call me Mike Meyers way b*t*hes be tripping
(?) with pu**y that sh*t just be gripping
Both from Chicago like (?) ammunition
The way he like (?) to go and sign Griffin, uh
Triple H no wrestling
Blow up my phone when she messaging
Big a** chain and it’s dangling
Ride my d**k like a bike no pedaling
Pull up on the scene
B*t*hes don’t like me I’m mean
We all met through a screen
Big head like I’m sheen
We don’t like to play around
Especially bout Baby Keem
You know what I mean
That TMB make her cream
Bumping some Future while sipping on lean, uh yeah
(?)
This a All Star Team, uh yeah
So f**k what you mean
You can come get you some
But that’ll be your last time breathing
You cannot hang no more
HHH undefeated
Verse 4: CJ
Triple H yeah we beat the case
Your b*t*h saying grace
In Utah we don’t leave a trace
But if I get caught then I do the race
Cuff race ain’t going so well
0% call me Tony Snell
Like CP0 rings I sell
Got spinners on my shoes like Sprewell
From the suburbs I’m drinking water
Boss was talking crazy so I f**ked his daughter
That pu**y is what I slaughter
Toss her up ima moss her
Not talking about college girl that’s a different story
Shes 4 feet yeah just like Tory
Not the baby daddy just ask Maury
When I dropped Josh’s IP it had him real worried
Turn off Sierra Leone it’s giving Theo PTSD
That girl wanted to bone but she got an STD
So I pa** her to the bros we sharing hoes the mission’s complete
Feeling like (?) cause I compete
Bill Cosby (?) so drowsy
Karl Malone f**ked a 13 year old oh wowie
We going to an Island no Maui
CMS on sight, Kablowie
We ain’t Paul Pierce, give us a proper send off
Hit the game winner you’re just 1 off
Throwing touchdowns unlike Jared Goff
Smoking that mid, call it Eminem, that sh*t making me cough
Verse 5: Josh
I’m a bench warmer Bo Outlaw
All star team but the gang going mad hard
Throwing them picks, like I’m Matt Leinart
Sliding the insides like a Poptart
Faking the edge, for validation
White boy bars, just like I’m Mason
Ask if I’m cheating I’m really just dating
Compet**ion feeling real jaded
They hating the gang, I think they just racist
F**k Andrew Tate, he is the fakest
Sickness on the way not wasted
These the bars that you put in your playlist
Playing them slots just like I’m Vegas
(?) out wide how far will he take us
Gav under center he making reads
Lamar Jackson making plays with my feet
HHH give us a super Bowl ring
We a dynasty not a fling
No LeBron but this tape made for Kings
This choppa don’t speak but it sure as hell sing
Theo at guard, Mason at wing
Up all night made a super team
Making the album of dreams
This not for the Kings with the low self esteem
